PUMPA - SMART LEARNING

எங்கள் ஆசிரியர்களுடன் 1-ஆன்-1 ஆலோசனை நேரத்தைப் பெறுங்கள். டாப்பர் ஆவதற்கு நாங்கள் பயிற்சி அளிப்போம்

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He stalks in his vivid stripes
The few steps of his cage,
On pads of velvet quiet,
In his quiet rage.
 
 
He should be lurking in shadow,
Sliding through long grass
On pads of velvet quiet,
Where plump deer pass.
 
He should be snarling around houses
At the jungle’s edge
Baring his white fangs, his claws,
Terrorising the village!
 
But he’s locked in a concrete cell
His strength behind bars,
Stalking the length of his cage,
Ignoring visitors.
 
He hears the last voice at night,
The patrolling cars,
And stares with his brilliant eyes
At the brilliant stars.